Thief
Written By: oceaneyesandfrenchfries
A Fan Fiction of Twilight
Written By: Stephanie Meyer
Chapter One: Timestretch
Disclaimer: I do not and never will own Twilight or any of it's characters. They belong to Stephanie Meyer. I do, however, own Julie Yang and her mother, Mai Yang. So far that's it. I might or might not add more. But I don't like to have a ton of OC's. I prefer to keep it to a minimum.
A/N: Hey there guys! Okay so this is like the third time I've started a Twilight love story and normally I don't ever finish them because of writer's block. But fear not! I've found a solution so this one is a guaranteed finish. The issue is that I'm now in college as a full time student as well as working full time so I'm extremely busy and don't have as much time on my hands to write as usual. Meaning this story will be completed but updating chapters probably won't be a weekly thing but I'll still try for you guys 3 Rating and Reviews always help give me some motivation so please don't forget to R&R! Okey dokey without further ado, I present to you chapter one of this PaulxOC love story. Enjoy everyone :)
I couldn't decide how I felt about moving almost two thousand miles away from home. I've lived in Minnesota my entire life. I mean, my mother and I have moved around before but we've never left the state. Moving was apart of her "job", it's like hide and seek, Mom always said; they hide and I seek them out. Being a supernatural investigator requires the ability to relocate, which is why I'm packing my things for the millionth time. At this point it's almost a routine: put my clothes in boxes, then my laptop and electronics and such in the padded suitcases, finally carry everything downstairs and into the Cadillac Escalade my mom got a few years back. It fits almost everything so we only ever have to do one way trips. The only things that we leave behind are the things that are easy to replace.
Like the mirror on the wall next to my doorway. It was cheap, barely five bucks. It had a black border and my fingerprints were smeared all over it. I vaguely realized it had gathered a layer of dust as I stared back at my reflection. My silky obsidian hair flowed down my back like a dark waterfall. A rosy tint spread across my button nose and high boned cheeks caused by the bite off the cold air leaking into the house from outside. I was wearing a tight V neck T-shirt in an attempt to make my B cups stand out a little more. My sky blue skinny jeans fit nicely showing off my ass which is actually pretty large, and as usual I had contacts in instead of wearing my glasses.
If anyone looked close enough at my almond shaped eyes they'd be able to see edges of the contacts around my abnormally golden irises. I wore very little makeup; just some light winged eyeliner and mascara. I leaned closer to the mirror and noticed a bit of a smudge from my mascara on my upper lid. I licked my finger and gently wiped it away as not to mess up the rest of my look. After one last check at my reflection I picked up the last of my things and left my room.
Outside the morning chill stung my face. It was only about six thirty a.m. I wasn't really tired even though I'd been packing since I woke up. Mom, of course, had plenty of energy due to her coffee addiction. I spotted her loading up the vehicle with the last of her things. She stopped what she was doing once the screen door slammed shut behind me. I could see the excitement on Mom's face when she turned around. After she told me we were moving again she had mentioned that this was the biggest leed she's ever had. For Mom that was like getting the opportunity to have the best paying job in America. It's not that she didn't get paid well, it just all depended on the evidence and witnesses she could find. It's not like these creatures she talks about are actually real. I guess to Mom they are, she talks about vampires and witches as if she knows them personally. I'd say my Mom is crazy but that'd be kinda messed up. Anyway what kind of daughter would I be if I didn't support my own mother, what kind of daughter would I be to take away that light in her eyes that she has right now?
"You almost ready to go, kiddo?" The passion in her eyes echoed in her voice with some impatience, I could tell mom wanted to start this case as soon as humanly possible.
"I'm ready whenever you are," I replied with a smile of reassurance. I didn't want her to feel bad because I know she knows I'm not a fan of moving.
Mom met me halfway on the drive way, "Here let me help you," She said as she grabbed the boxes out of my arms and left me to drag the giant suitcase that was about twice the size of me. Very helpful Mom, I thought to myself sarcastically as I lugged the seventy pound navy suitcase into the trunk. I grunted as I struggled to push it all the way in so that we could shut the trunk door. Mom came to the rescue a moment later and effortlessly shoved it into place. I sighed in relief and thanked her.
"No problem, be right back. I gotta go lock the door and then we're off okay?" She replied.
I nodded and walked around her to the passenger side of the car. I hopped in the front seat and turned the heat on full blast. After a few minutes of holding my hands practically on top of the air vents my hands finally started to thaw. I rubbed them together in an attempt to keep my blood moving and stay warm.
"Nice and cozy in here!" Mom said as she jumped into the driver's seat and smiled over at me. "Ready to go?"
I nodded in affirmation and she pulled out onto the road. I reached into my small backpack that I used for the road trips when we moved. Inside I had my phone, headphones, wallet, a couple bags of chips, a water bottle, a can of Dr. Pepper, and my drawing pad and case of pencils. I pulled out my phone and headphones. After popping in my earbuds I pulled up YouTube Red and selected my dubstep playlist. Once I got shuffle and a few good songs lined up I opened Clash of Clans to check my base.
I continued to play all my little android games which normally took up a good amount of time. This ride was different though so I got bored pretty quickly. Unfortunately 20 minutes is nothing compared to almost 30 freaking hours. I internally groaned in irritation. I was beginning to think my feelings about this move weren't gonna be as nonchalant as they usually were.
I looked to the source of this problem I was having. Oblivious to the glares I was giving her, Mom tapped her slim fingers against the steering wheel and nodded her head to whatever she was listening to on the radio.
Mom was starting to show her age with a few small wrinkles around her mouth and some crows feet at the corners of her eyes. Being asian kept her looking young though. For forty one years old my mom only looked like she was just getting to her late thirties. She kept a pretty good physique for such an ol' lady. She had a nice, lean body, I must have gotten such a fat bum from my father because mom's was pretty much non existent. Her breasts were starting to droop and her asymmetrical styled hair was starting to grow slight streaks of grey here and there.
My mother always looked really professional; today she had dressed herself with a charcoal colored pencil skirt and a matching suit vest with a white blouse underneath. Even her makeup was proficient. She donned nude eyeshadow with light eyeliner and mascara that made her lashes look twice as long. Her plump lips were covered with a classy red lipstick that matched her manicured nails. Mom explained to me once that she had to look serious for people to take her seriously. It makes sense though because most people don't believe in this kind of stuff and the people that do, a.k.a. my mother, aren't taken sincerely. That or most people would think you're crazy.
My phone beeped at that moment notifying me that I only had fifteen percent battery left. I sighed and reached into my backpack to get my charger. I searched around for like five minutes before I became frustrated. I pulled out my earbuds and set my phone and headphones in the cup holder next to me. One by one I pulled out each item from my bag. I even held it upside down and shook it and that was when I realized I'd forgotten my charger. I put away all my shit that I'd scattered on the floor by my feet, sat back in my seat and huffed in exasperation. I could see Mom eyeing me in my peripheral vision probably wondering what was going on.
"Do you have your car charger for your phone?" I asked hopefully.
"Yeah, it should be somewhere in my purse." She pointed to said purse which was on top of the center console. I picked up and placed it my lap and dug around feeling for a cord. Oh thank Jebes! I thought as I pulled out what I assumed was her charger. Turns out it was just an auxiliary cord. I repeated the process I did with my bag and pulled out all the contents of Mom's purse. No damn charger in sight.
"Are you sure you put it in your purse?" I began to replace everything back into her pouch as I watched her look around for it herself. I set aside her purse and checked the glove box as she ransacked the center console.
She mumbled something to herself then said to me, "I'm sorry honey, I must have forgotten it…"
"Well can we stop at a gas station or something and buy a cheap one really quick?" I knew it was useless but I figured why not try. Mom had made a rule: Once we were on the road, no stops allowed and if we had to pee, we stopped to pee and only to pee. She had to do this when I was younger because I would make excuse after excuse to stop. I had thought at the time that if I made moving too much trouble Mom would get fed up and concede and we wouldn't have to leave. Obviously it never worked.
"First of all, you know that's not happening, especially since this drive is so long. Second of all, you can take a break from that phone of yours anyway. You're glued to that thing all day. It'll do you some good to look at the real world." It bothered me that she was chastising me. Why did it matter if I was on my phone all the time?
She tucked a hair behind my ear and tried to reassure me, "It's not that bad, now I have a chance to talk with you. We don't spend enough time together."
"Yeah? And who's fault is that? Not mine, I'm home all day except for school. You're the one who's always working." I shrugged her hand away and pressed my forehead against the window.
"I know, and I'm sorry," she spoke honestly so I shifted back to look at her. "Listen, kiddo, I think this is it. I've never had such solid evidence. I don't think anyone has ever had such solid evidence. I might even be able to meet one of them. If I can see one, in person, this could be permanent!" I could see the confidence in her eyes. Mom has never lied to me, the thing that had me hesitating to have any hope were those keywords; I think, this could be, maybe, if…
"That doesn't mean anything, you know." I crossed my arms in defiance, "I'm sick of all the indefinite words. And what the heck are you talking about? What are they?"
She glanced at me then back to the road quickly. In that moment that she looked at me I caught a swirl of emotions. Excitement, severe genuinity, and even fear. In a quiet voice she said, "I know you're not going to believe me Julie, but there are vampires in Forks, Washington."
I stared at her for a moment then chucked, "Are there werewolves, too?" With a bitter taste in my mouth I asked her, "why can't you just find a normal job when we get there? You could at least let me finish my senior year without having to transfer schools again."
Mom massaged her middle and index finger against the middle of her forehead. It was something she did when she was upset. I have always supported my Mom and I never asked for much. I also felt bad for arguing with her about it but this was the last straw. Moving to the other side of the country was ridiculous. And to move across the country for a myth was even more ridiculous!
"Forks is really beautiful," she was still trying to turn this into something positive for me. I appreciated her efforts. It made me feel even worse for making this hard on her. Besides there wasn't much point in arguing with her. I was almost eighteen, almost an adult.
"Yeah… I guess it is, I saw some pictures online." I gave her a crooked smile and she grinned back at me. Just one year, I told myself, one year and I can live wherever I want and stay there.
The rest of the ride there was extremely boring but we found ways to entertain ourselves. We always did. Together we sang along with a few songs on the radio, played slug bug until we had bruises on our shoulders, and pointed out things that caught our attention. I drew in my drawing pad for a while, ate my chips and sipped from my water bottle and eventually my Dr. Pepper. Mom must have forgotten about speed limits because she was pushing eighty mph while she drove. About half way there she had me drive so she could nap for a few hours. Thanks to the caffeine in my Dr. Pepper I didn't start to feel drowsy until after midnight. Close to six o'clock the next morning I pulled over to the shoulder of the highway and woke Mom up. Lazily we both switch spots so I could sleep and Mom could resume driving. Not long after we got back on the road I was out cold.
A/N: And there ya have it ladies and gents, Chapter One! Let me know what you thought, tell me about any errors I made and I'll go back and correct them as soon as I get the chance! Just remember though there's a difference between critique and just being mean. Anyways please remember to rate and review. I plan to have Chapter Two out sometimes in the next few weeks. Thanks you guys! Until next time.
